"What does Master mean by this?" Although Zhang Menglong spoke somewhat lightly, she still understood the meaning of the word banquet. "Are you saying Zhan Old Master is not doing well?"
She lowered her voice, not wanting others to hear, but this scene in Zhan Qing's eyes had a hint of flirtatious banter. If this wasn't someone brought by the Third Princess, he might have already lost his temper.
"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded. "The person treating him has somehow suppressed the fire poison in the old master's body, but hasn't been able to expel it. This treatment is temporary and not a cure. Once the power of this fire poison reaches a certain level, it's like a ticking time bomb."
Zhang Menglong could feel that the fire poison in his body was almost reaching the point of eruption. Of course, it also depended on the old master's physical condition. If rested well and his resistance didn't decline, he might last another three to five months.
